Published on March 24, 2020

Future mommy diaries

Baby gender reveal events can be tricky

We made it easy - we just called

By Stephanie Johnson / The Bulletin

There are all kinds of blood tests that you can do nowadays, and you can find out the gender of your baby as early as eight weeks. Insurance doesn’t cover that test, though, and it costs around $1,000.

We decided that patience was less expensive and waited until the 20-week anatomy scan.

We were going back and forth about a gender reveal. Our 20-week scan was right in-between the Christmas/New Year time when no one is in town, and everyone loses track of the days. Due to timing, it was already a good idea to not have one.

There were some other factors. Some of these gender reveal methods tend to backfire.

• A couple used fireworks for their gender reveal party and accidentally

shot them off into the crowd. One of the fireworks landed on the lawn, setting it ablaze, which sent people scrambling. No one was injured. I didn’t want to alienate our neighbors by setting their rooftops on fire.

• A couple had a giant baby jump out of a box at their gender reveal party. I wasn’t going to spend money on a giant baby costume.

• An off-duty Border Patrol agent accidentally started a 47,000-acre wildfire in Arizona when a gender-reveal went horribly wrong. The fire cost $8.2 million to extinguish, and he was fined $220,000. So, this was not on top of our list.

• Twenty party guests convened in the Applebee’s parking lot, and were told to use confetti poppers to reveal the gender of an unborn child. After doing so, they were asked to clean up the strewn paper which had accumulated on the ground, but they refused and started hitting the hostess with menus. We are not violent people, so this was not going to happen.

• A couple attempted to incorporate baseball into their gender reveal, but things didn’t go according to plan. The mother-to-be was going to toss a baseball to the father-to-be, who would hit the ball with a baseball bat. When the ball burst, it would release colored powder, revealing their child’s gender. But the expectant father did not swing and the ball hit the grandfather-to-be in the face.

I wanted to do something simpler and less confrontive or painful. Something like confetti streamers that pop and show either pink or blue or even a cake dyed with a color on the inside.

David mentioned that we wouldn’t be able to know the gender until the party, and we wouldn’t be able to have the party until after the New Year. I was not a fan of that, as this is our first child, and I have wanted to know the gender since the beginning.

I had a hunch on what the gender was. I had already purchased a bunch of blue-colored clothes on sale because I was betting that it was a boy.

It was time for our anatomy scan, which is not just about finding out the gender. The ultrasound technician went over every part of the baby with us. She showed us the baby’s spine. It looked “alien-like”. We saw the four chambers of the heart and the blood flowing in and out.

It was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen in my entire life. David kept saying “wow” over and over again. I didn’t even care about the gender anymore. I forgot that we were finding it out.

After seeing every part of this baby, except one part, the technician asked if we wanted to know the gender.


She typed it on the screen and was silent. David could tell I was zoned out and wasn’t looking at the main screen. He started laughing and told me to look over.

“JR PARTS”, the screen read. “Who is JR?” I asked.

The words finally clicked. It’s a boy!

We both had a feeling that it was a boy, but we would have been just as happy with a girl. Now I didn’t have to return any of the blue clothes that I purchased on sale.

As we left our appointment, I stared at the ultrasound pictures the entire ride home. We decided we were no longer doing a gender reveal event. We started making our calls and telling our friends and family.

It took a lot less planning, and it was fun because we received reactions from individual people over the phone. It was also a lot easier and safer this way. There was no chance of us catching anything on fire or hitting anyone in the face.

Now what? Time to look at baby names.

(You can reach Stephanie at stephanie.bulletin@gmail.com. Or by writing to: The Bulletin, P.O. Box 2426, Angleton, TX. 77516)